Victoria and don Alejandro came up with the idea of organizing a masquerade ball in the pueblo, thinking it would be fun. Many villagers were enthusiastic about the idea, while others were less so. However, this festivity could have some unexpected twists no one anticipated.
This story will be a shorty. As will the chapters. Just because it is more fun this way. Don't expect daily updates. But once a week, I will manage.
I do not own any of the characters.
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Chapter 1
Victoria had been looking forward to it for two weeks. She had been busy preparing for the masquerade ball for weeks, and tonight was finally the night. Dozens of invitations had been sent out, and the rumour in the pueblo was that there was not a single strand of black cotton left in the entire territory.
The ball had required a lot of preparations, but now the time had finally come. The tavern looked splendid. Mainly thanks to the efforts of the de la Vega men, who had spared no time in transforming the tavern into an actual ballroom. Flowers and garlands hung along the balustrade. A platform had been set up for the musicians. And the men had even hung an additional chandelier to provide more light. Victoria hadn't been sure who she should dress up as. In the end, don Diego had made her the perfect suggestion. She would disguise herself as her namesake, the Roman goddess of victory, Victoria.
Victoria had made a simple but elegant white dress based on an image from a book about Roman mythology that Diego had shown her. Usually, the goddess was depicted with a chariot, but she hadn't attempted that. However, the goddess in the image also had wings, and Diego had come up with a solution for that part. With the help of flexible branches, old newspapers, and glue, he had helped her make wings. Those were held in place with ribbons. Last week, he had given her a Roman coin over two thousand years old, with the image of the goddess on it. It made her feel special to hold something that dated back centuries till the birth of Christ, especially with an image of her namesake on it.
She had woven a laurel wreath from thinner branches and a few laurel leaves. The ancient symbol of victory. Victoria was pleased with how she looked. She better hurry, don Alejandro and don Diego promised to arrive early to help with the last details. The musicians had arrived in the tavern, and a quick glance on the clock told her she had about an hour left before the announced time.
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